Zebraddiction: Chapter 7

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Awesome art by: Brolaren 

“All I ask is that you try and maybe meditate while you wait,” Dowe had said as he walked Kaahla into this new room in a part of the library that she had never been. From what he explained, this was the most central part of the tree where the magic that it offered was the strongest. Its heart.

“You haven't taught me how to meditate yet,” the barbarian sighed and looked around at the rather plain looking walls. It was a small space, almost completely indistinguishable from all the others, but she did have to admit there was a certain vibration in the air that she hadn't noticed anywhere else in the library.

“It's not something you can really teach. All I ask is for you to sit down, cross your legs, close your eyes, and concentrate on your breathing,” he explained and then gestured for her to settle herself. She did as he requested and then dropped her chin in her palm.

“Sounds like a good way for me to fall asleep,” she huffed. “You're sure you can't stay with me to meet them? I'm afraid I'm going to make a fool of myself and screw up this whole thing.”

“That's not the strong, confident barbarian that I know. What happened to that bolstering side of you that told me stories of you killing off Savannah beasts?” the zebra asked and quirked a brow.

“I can handle fighting beasts, monsters, and warriors. This is way different. I'm not dignified, I'm barely well-read. How should I answer them if they spark up a topic that I'm not familiar with?” Kaahla growled and looked him in the eyes.

“You aren't going to have to worry about that. They understand what and who you are and how much this means to you. Trust me on this, just try and meditate and listen to the tree.” Those were the last words Dowe had said to her before he left and ever since then she kept replaying the stupid conversation over and over again in her head.

She even did exactly as he asked. She sat cross-legged, back straight, eyes closed, and concentrating on her breathing. Or at least she tried to. She was horribly nervous about this meeting with the priestesses that were coming here to imbue her with the fertility of the jungle. She didn't know anything other than that. Or the process she might expect herself to undergo. She at the very least hoped they would be nice.

To the lioness's surprise, the more she thought about her anticipation and excitement for the Fertility Festival, the more calm her mind became. The hum of her surroundings returned and instead of her breathing, she concentrated on that. As minutes ticked by, she came to slowly realize that the hum mimicked her own breathing. It ebbed and flowed in volume in tandem with her exhales and she found it to be strangely calming.

Her mind had gone so slack in fact, that she very well might have actually fallen asleep because she was startled to alertness when the door of the room swung open. In its frame, stood two petite zebra women adorned in grass woven robes so fine that Kaahla could barely see the individual blades.

“You must be Kaahla,” one of the woman said cheerfully and with a wide smile. She crossed the room quickly and plopped down right in front of the lioness. The barbarian stared with wide eyes at the sudden approach.

“Uh, yes I am. It's very nice to meet you both,” the barbarian said softly and glanced up to the other woman as she approached, a wooden basin held carefully in both of her hands. She could smell the distinct odor of sap mixed with something a bit bitter, like ash or baked lemon.

“My name is Kona. This is Hannah,” the woman opposite of Kaahla said. “We'll be treating you for the Fertility Festival this evening. Exciting, right? Being your first time and all.”

“Yes, I'm very happy to be a part of the jungle and its society. This is just one more step to being a part of it all,” Kaahla said with a nervous pause in her voice. As she glanced from one priestess to the other she came to realize that they looked remarkably alike. She almost wondered if they were perhaps sisters but then again she had that kind of thought for a lot of the druids of the jungle. It was the stripes, she realized, that made it so difficult to tell them apart.

But then she realized that despite the many similarities the two had, there were a few distinctions that made them unique. For one, Kona's left ear-tip was completely black and her face was much softer than the other's. She also had a much more playful sense about her and what seemed like a greater propensity to smile.

“We should warn you, Kaahla, this process might seem a bit uncomfortable at first, but it's necessary to get the spells and spirits to bind to your body,” Hannah said as she lowered herself to a kneeling position next to the other zebra.

“I'll do whatever I need to,” Kaahla replied without hesitation. For the first time since she came into the room, Hannah smiled.

“Good. Now take off your robe,” she ordered.

The lioness did as she was asked, already getting a sense that this was going to happen. She quickly shrugged the leafy garment from her shoulders and folded it off to the side. Once fully nude, she swore that she could have seen a glint of arousal spark behind Kona's eyes.

“Very good,” Hannah said and drank in the image in front of her. Given the stature difference between them, the lioness's bust was quite substantial and was easily triple the size of her own. She wanted to lean out and touch over it but that would come in time. “Kona, would you please begin?”

“I'd be happy to,” the other zebra said cheerfully and went about shrugging off her own robe. This action did garner a startled look from the lioness and her own hunger grew to life as the zebra's naked body was revealed. “Given the intimate nature of this ritual, I hope you don't mind that we must become rather intimate for it to work properly.”

“N-not at all,” Kaahla half laughed with a blush forming beneath the fur of her cheeks.

“Good,” Kona replied and leaned her face close to the lioness's. Kaahla didn't shy away, if anything she wanted this and more to happen. Their lips embraced and their eyes closed in unison. The smaller woman's form leaned closer, making the passionate kiss deeper. Their heads tilted slightly in opposite directions and their lips parted ever so gently to let their tongues mingle in the space between.

Kona's hand reached up and gently grasped the barbarian's breast. Her thumb and forefinger found the large nipple at its center and pinched it playfully. With a soft tug and squeeze, the lioness began to add gentle moans to the frequent touch of their lips brushing together.

From behind, Hannah watched on with intense interest. She walked on her knees to get even closer, still balancing her bowl with one hand. The other, however, was free to reach out and rub against the lioness's ab rippled stomach. She pet over the surprisingly soft fur there before gradually dipping low.

Heat rose fast in Kaahla's body as Hannah's hand dipped between her thighs and stroked a finger along the damp slit that was there. She splayed her legs a bit wider and pushed her pelvis to meet the much wanted touching. The encouraging motions spurred the zebra to add another finger to the rubbing and soon pushed her fingers inside.

The hoof tipped digits sank in as far as they could go, feeling the how tight and hot the barbarian's body was. When they withdrew, they curled up and pressed firm to the rough patch of skin that made up the barbarian's G-spot.

A louder moan sprung free of Kaahla's mouth and her body stiffened slightly. Kona disengaged herself from suckling on the other's tongue to trace her lips down along the lioness's strong neck and nape. As she did, her breast groping grew more vigorous. She was now squeezing the heavy pillow with substantial effort and tugging at the sensitive nipple like she were trying to gather milk from it. She'd have been elated if such a thing occurred.

Being the recipient of two eager woman had the barbarian struggling to remain still and at their mercy. She wanted to take Kona and suck on her own tits and finger Hannah's pussy as quickly as she was doing to hers. But given the importance of the ritual, she decided it best to remain as a submissive participant than an active one. So she relegated herself to moaning out how much she loved the kind touches and begged for more.

Hannah's fingering grew more and more powerful as time went on. She seemed to be a practiced expert at it, each movement of her hand against the other's pussy was done deliberately to garner as much pleasure. Every so often, however, she would withdrew her fingers, making sure to scoop up as much as the lioness's essence onto her digits, and would let them drip into the bowl. As time went on, this action became more and more frequent, corresponding with how much the lioness's pussy gave.

Kona had since dipped her mouth down to Kaahla's breast and pushed the nipple that she had been playing with into her mouth. As she suckled on it and nibbled with her flat teeth, she occupied the other breast with the same treatment as before.

Kaahla could barely keep her mind straight while this went on. The lash of a tongue on her nipple while her pussy was treated with such loving motions made her want to reciprocate the attention so badly. She didn't quite know if she liked just being the recipient of all this or if it was just so new to her that she needed to learn to accept it.

While the barbarian fought with herself to ask if she could do the same for the other women, Hannah suddenly spoke up. “All right, I think we have all that we need. We can move on to the next stage, Kona.”

“Oh good!” Kona replied after pulling away from the lioness's breasts. She smiled widely and crawled around to be behind Kaahla.

As Kona lowered herself to her back, Hannah busied herself with mixing the contents of the bowl with her juice soaked fingers. The ash from the branch of her jungle's heart tree was what she stirred the lioness's essence with. It made for a somewhat runny mud consistency that resembled a shade slightly lighter in color than the zebra's own ebony stripes.

Hannah withdrew a dollop of the mixture on her fingers and began drawing on the lioness's body. She made long sweeping strokes, going in patterns that resembled that of anyone else in druid society. As she did this, Kona nudged the lioness's backside, making her lift up just enough for the zebra to slip her head under underneath the other's groin.

Kaahla looked down and smirked when she locked eyes with the smiling women between her legs. Kona winked and reached her arms around the barbarian's thighs to grasp them firmly. In doing so, she forced the lioness to settle herself back down, effectively sitting on the other's face.

Once the barbarian's pussy was close enough, Kona opened her mouth and slithered her surprisingly strong tongue into the soaked hole, picking up where Hannah's fingers left off. The motion caused Kaahla to yowl blissfully and arch her back. Her head tilted up and her eyes closed, again trying to keep herself from turning around and planting her own face between Kona's thighs.

“Careful now,” Hannah giggled as she continued to draw. “We don't have much material to work with and any mistakes that I make will have to be redone. Please try and stay still.”

“Do all of your rituals go this way?” Kaahla whispered, her tone breathy and wanting. As Kona mashed her lips more firmly to the other's pussy her tongue delved deep to the point that it was going farther than any other tongue had been before.

“Only ones that deal with imbuing fertility,” Hannah replied as she dipped her fingers back into the mix and then applied them once more the the lioness's body.

Another long moan rumbled free of Kaahla's chest and she tried her best to not let the shiver that raced up her spine from cause her to shake too much. “N-not saying that I'm not enjoying this but...what's Kona's job exactly?”

“Kona is busy making sure that your womb is receptive. We wouldn't want all of this preparation to go on with no chance of you getting pregnant would we?” Hannah giggled.

“I see...” Kaahla huffed and bit her bottom lip. “Then what is it that you're doing?”

“I'm making sure that your body is prepared to carry a foal. Disaster would strike if it weren't, I'm afraid,” the priestess explained while painting the underside of the lioness's breast.

The barbarian wordlessly nodded and huffed a pleasured growl. The sensations that Kona's tongue provided had the lioness pushing down to try and fit even more of the slippery appendage inside.

To Kaahla's surprise, the zebra's grasp on her thighs was stronger than she expected. Even as she shifted around in a failed attempt to control herself, at no point was the priestess deterred or relented in her tongue fucking. There was even one point that the lioness swore she saw stars from how good it all felt.

Hannah had meticulously progressed down to Kaahla's hips and thighs by this point. It seemed as though she had just enough paint to properly implement the enchantment. However that meant there was even less room for error now, and the barbarian became more and more difficult to work with.

“Kaahla, you really must try to calm down,” Hannah said, holding back her laugh at how ridiculous it sounded even to her.

“It's n-not my fault,” The lioness yowled and placed a paw down against Kona's forehead as if she were going to pry herself free but instead acted like she kept the zebra even more firmly in place. “How long does Kona's part last?”

“Until you cum. Reaching orgasm is the spiritual height for this ritual for both components to properly take hold,” Hannah explained while finishing up the stripes along one of the barbarian's legs.

“Then can't you hold off until I do?” Kaahla hissed and doubled over with a loud groan of euphoria. With all this talk of hitting her peak, she got awfully close.

“Once started it can't be stopped. We must maintain a steady pace or we'll have to start completely over,” Hannah went on and turned back to the arm that was more lax at the lioness's side. “And we simply don't have the time for that.”

“This is absolute torture,” Kaahla panted, her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out. “Fuck I'm getting close...”

At the sound of her words, Kona's efforts seemed to double and Hannah's painting hastened.

Each lick of the lioness's cunt had a loud slurp and smack of Kona's lips. She transitioned from pushing her tongue in and out of the wanting hole to grinding against the entire length of her slit. Even going so far to firmly grind the flat of her tongue to the swollen, sensitive clit. The frequent attention to that little nub was what seemed to really bring Kaahla closer to the edge.

Little did the priestess realize, that's exactly what unfolded. The build up of ecstasy had hit its breaking point. Like a dam that shattered from the weight of its charge, Kaahla's body suddenly doubled over and she let out a snarling scream of pure bliss. Her eyes crossed and the muscles all along her body strained. Her pussy released a torrent of her feminine juices, of which Kona would have been drowned in had she not prepared to receive such a deluge.

In that same moment, Hannah scooped the final remnants of her bowl and placed the finishing stripes along the barbarian's tail, of which whipped frantically while she crashed through her climax. At once point Hannah dropped her bowl and just gabbed onto the lithe length so she could finish the job.

Shivers and stray flashes of intense ecstasy raced along Kaahla's limbs and lower stomach as her orgasm slowly ebbed away. Every breath came in a shallow pant and her eyes were half lidded and unfocused. If either priestess had seen it coming, they might have tried to catch the lioness as she doubled over. Luckily she still had enough wits about her to catch herself with one paw before completely face-planting against the floor.

Kona took this opportunity and slipped out from under the lioness, her upper body soaked in the woman's sticky cum, of which she casually licked at herself in an attempt to clean the mess. That clearly wasn't going to be enough, and so a good soak in the communal bath would be exactly what she needed. In the meantime, she and Hannah looked over at the lioness as she seemed to finally recover her mind to a coherent state.

As soon as Kaahla's eyes came back into focus, she stared down at her paws. She at first found the new stripes that wound over her fur to be quite beautiful and it made her feel more like she belonged in the druid society. But something didn't seem quite right at first, and for a moment she thought that her eyes were playing tricks with her. She rubbed at her face to try to dispel her daze, but what she saw was no illusion.

The stripes of her arms, breasts, torso, and really every part of her body weren't just paint anymore. They were her fur and skin now. No trace of the mud's residual texture remained, and even as the barbarian rubbed at her arms in an attempt to rub the markings off, they still remained.

She turned back to the zebras with fresh tears springing to her eyes. They beamed proudly at her as they watched her hold both arms out in front of her and turn them over again and again as if to really drive home the permanency of the situation.

Kaahla prided herself on her strong stature and intimidating presence. She thought, as a barbarian and a fighter, that her powerful physique made her to be beautiful. But now with these stripes, she was breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her cheeks beginning to streak with tears. The three came together and Kaahla wrapped the others in a firm, appreciative hold and buried her face against their overlapped shoulders.

“Welcome to being a zebra, Kaahla,” Kona giggled happily.

The lioness sniffled and tried to take a steady breath while she opened her eyes. Now with her golden fur set near their own, she realized that the stripes not only matched in color, but held an organic pattern, thickness, and length. Not only did these stripes feel so fitting to be on her now, they also felt so incredibly natural.

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